Long Capistrano Poems

I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter

Fictional account related
courtesy one pink flamingo.

Aves lusting for verboten tweet 
reed lubricious sin after giving
Twiggy another peck on the cheek.

Whenever this birdman 
alone with his thoughts...

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Points Above and Below the Line
(Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena)

It's not a thing we go for any more, 
that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact 
the medieval mind set mega store 
by stairs and ladders. All...

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I've ventured far from Indiana, the home soil of my birth,
To many exotic and exciting places all about this earth.
I've seen majestic Mount Fuji from the Kanto Plain of Tokyo.
But I'd rather marvel at Pikes...

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Ye lovers of song, 
musically inclined,
Sing loud, Sing now,
All the birds of the earth are listening
while we sing all over the world.

Sing like
...the mockingbird
   where the weeping willows wave.
    ......

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There was an old lady
Who flew like a swallow.
She weight sixty pounds
‘Cuz her bones were hollow.
She flew through the air
Wherever she went.
She slept in a tree
And didn’t pay rent.
One unlucky morning,
She fell from the sky.
Her...

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“Springtime” 
The dark days of winter have passed
The snow gone at last.  
The cold, a memory forborne.

As the Earth awakens 
Will the meadows turn green?
Will the bluebirds sing?	 
Will the mission bells ring? ...

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Like so,  our fingers gently entwine
We are in Capistrano again
Gazing at young swallows perched on boughs...
The perpetual murmur of reeds finds me
Entranced by  gerberas as they
Unwrap yellow petals along San Juan;
And  destined...

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Written By:  D. Collins 10/25/24



Don't pitch to a pitcher, they know how the ball drops.
What spin is upon it, to put it out the park.
Don't pitch to a pitcher, if his name is Shohei.
Your...

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I want to sing like the birds sing, NOT worrying about 
who hears or what they think."
                  ...

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I wanted to see sailing ships again so I went to Dana Point  last week to revisit  the Brig Pilgrim, gift from Denmark to the United States honoring  Henry Richard Dana’s voyage...

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When sunset bows amidst the hilltops,
My warble coos on fields;
And through the ever- glowing night
This womb of nest I keep,
Where flappers reel like tints of sky
A mix of white and cobalt -blue,
To guide oak trees...

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Across the road from new truck sales
Lay a yard filld with trucks that died
These vehicles' voice offer tales
Once on them a trucker relied

They thought that he would be companion
Their eternal guide protect them
He  took...

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